#estinienwol

[eemamminy-art]

Commission for @hythlodaes and @coldshrugs ! A little western AU with their wols and Estinien 🤠💕 Left is Emile (he/him) and right is Io (she/her)! Thank you so much for commissioning me!!

[fourteentheart]

Experimental sketch comm of Estinien & WoL for @il-mhegs !

Thank you for trusting them with me! 💙

[azulity]

Estinien & Rhel 💕 Commission for kodathenya on Twitter!

[radiantlightxx]

I'll come back when you call me; no need to say goodbye 💫

I wanted to try my hand at a fake screenshot type drawing! I think it came out alright!

cw // blood / death

[adina--astra]

Stargazing 🖤⭐

[umbralaether]

The ever wonderfully talented @otherworldseekers is at it again making beautiful vintage portraits, this time of the boys <3

[helleborexiv]

cheering myself up with elena-illustration's really cool kiss picrew

i can make my wol kiss whoever i want and there isn't a single thing the government can do to stop me

[ladyfuxuan]

chews him like a squeaky toy

[il-mhegs]

I'm crying,,,, pls look at this cute estilunn comm I got from @cherriimi from twitter !!! Aaaa they are so precious ;o; !!!!

[dravanias]

🩸 her immortal blood.

[kunstpause]

Writer's Game: First Sentences

Got tagged by @elveny - thank you! ♥

I am on here so rarely that I barely know who to tag in these things anymore, but I'm gonna try @elfyourmother @dandelionofthanatos @semper-draca @kireon @rinzukodas @tishinada @corevocation-observatory @crimsonsynastry @curiousthimble

And feel free to grab this even if I didn't tag you please ^^

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have.

This was a fun one, hope you enjoy

1. Original Novel, not yet published

She faintly remembers a time when libraries used to be some of her favorite places to be.

2. a striking change of form and function (EmetWol, XIV)

Sometimes Emet-Selch wonders if he has lived too long.

3. Equinox (EmetWol, XIV)

The sun is getting low over Mor Dhona.

4. Remains (EmetWol AU, XIV)

"You look like death warmed over."

5. Brittle (ZenosWol, XIV)

Rory should have known that Zenos is not a man for empty threats or promises.

6. Rewards (ThancredxUriangerxHythlodaeusxEmet-Selch, XIV)

He knows Thancred better than anybody else in the world.

7. Somnus (HaurcheWol, XIV)

It's still early, no longer the pitch black of the middle of the night, but not yet light enough that people have begun to rise for the day. 

8. A Slice of Paradise (HythEmetWol, XIV)

Morning light floods the room, and rays of sunlight tickle your nose and slowly, gently draw you out of your deep slumber.

9. Small Breaks (EstinienWol, XIV)

Being the Warrior of Light and having her face known throughout the realm sometimes comes with a downside.

10. Soul Surrender - Ouroboros (EmetWol, XIV)

Sometimes, in the depth of night, you lose sight of who you are. 

A couple of commissions in this list, the only way you can get me to give you more variety than just EmetWol, it seems. 😅

[eemamminy-art]

Commission for HardasStein on twitter! Cho'mia is so beautiful, it was lovely getting to draw him 🥺 and especially with one of my favorite npcs!! Thank you so much for commissioning me!

[kunstpause]

I loved writing Precipice together, and even though it has been years and we both have evolved our writing abilities, I think it holds up very well, and it's still dear to my heart.

And go read the Mermaid AU if you are into EstinienWol, it's great! ❤️

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

From the Real Fic Writer Asks | Thank you!! ♥

(I was away for the weekend so I haven't been able to get to them before, thanks for your patience!)

That's a hard one!! 👀 I think most writers would love if literally any of their works got more credit / attention. I've narrowed it down to two fics: The Siren's Claim and Precipice of Change.

The Siren's Claim is my FFXIV mermaid AU (M-rated, 17.5k words, 5 chapters, Estinien x WoL). I'm really proud of the way I managed to weave in a mythology that's not overloading it but gives a background and general feel for the world. The story is concise and rich at the same time, with a general buildup that I think works really, really well. I hope once Mermay comes around again, people who read it boost it a bit :D

And then there's Precipice of Change. I cannot really fault people for not giving it a chance because it's LONG, but I still wish, more people would read it and love it. It's a DA2 AU that spans three works with a whole of nearly 600k words. So reading it is involved. Still, I am immensely proud of what @kunstpause and I achieved with that series, giving the events of DA2 a different weight and intensity than ingame, giving Cullen a character and redemption arc that makes him actually sympathetic and works well for DAI, giving all the characters the love they deserve. Our two protagonists are so immensely close to our heart, and I think you notice that.

[quinnthebard]

your unbeating heart - FFXIV Write 2022 [bolt]

Estinien sees the Warrior of Light fall during her battle with Zenos in the Ghimlyt Dark and saves her from a potential final blow. 

AO3 Link

Rarely has he had such perfect timing. Or was it imperfect? Had he been there earlier could this all have been avoided? Bolting through the carnage, the soot, the blackened skies and smoke, he tries to shake himself of the thought. Thinking this hard has never served Estinien well. Not in urgent times like these.

He’s a man of instinct, of action, best thriving in the moment where his legs burn from the effort and energy spent. But doubt sets in as he feels the barely present pulse of the woman in his arms. Eorzea’s champion has been struck down—perhaps permanently if he doesn’t make it in time. Silently he curses his basic first aid skills. He can patch up small things, can assist with some of the larger, but seven hells, the Warrior of Light is bleeding out.

Eminne is bleeding out.

Her face, normally simply porcelain, now has a deathly pallor to it. He grits his teeth. Focus on the destination.

Vaguely, he hears shouts in his direction. Occasionally pleas for assistance other times horror if they were able to identify his passenger. Still, he runs, leaps, anything that gets him to safety. There’s no time to explain.

His heart hurts at the look on Aymeric’s face when he first lays eyes on Eminne. Shock and fear, confusion. A flurry, a fury of emotion. There’s a falter in his facade as Lord Commander before the mask settles in and he takes control.

“How?”

“That royal brat of the empire’s.” Estinien pauses. “Was she unwell? She collapsed mid-fight for seemingly no reason.”

Aymeric stills. “This does not bode well.”

“You know something.”

“I know little. The Scions…” A gulp and he pauses to catch the attention of the chirurgeons nearby. “…they’ve been falling ill, I suppose you’d call it. They pass out and never wake but by all signs, they are alive.”

“Will she wake?”

“I hope so.” Another brief moment of silence. “I have faith she will.”

Estinien watches as the healers begin to assess the damages. Once confident she was in capable hands, he turns to go. Why stay? No, he’s a man of action and he’d do naught but be in the way by staying here. Fretting over her solves nothing—

“Leaving?” Aymeric’s voice stops him.

“What is there for me to do? No. I will leave her in your capable hands.”

“Not even to stay to see her wake up?”

Frowning, Estinien’s heart briefly clenches at the thought. “No, I trust she will and that’s what matters. Take care of her.”

That’s the most sentiment he is willing to offer. To dwell on whatever he’s feeling will result in no changes in the present situation. Besides, there’s rumors in the East he must follow up on. She’ll pull through. She always seems to. She must.

[radiantlightxx]

A shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn 🌿

[galvus]

prompt: debonair • words: 562 • era: shadowbringers patch content • [ masterpost ] confident, stylish, and charming.

Bianca blinked, staring down at the lips brushing over her knuckles and the pair of blue eyes that rose to meet her own.

She drew her hand away and cradled it in the other, both held close to her chest. Murmurs ran through the crowd that bloomed around them as they moved. Ishgardian fetes were overburdened with people and food and music and conversation; there was no room to stretch your arms and no room for thoughts with all the clutter that crowded your head the moment you arrived.

“Why make such a scene?” she whispered to the man as he drew himself up from a surprisingly graceful bow. Pressing her fingers to her lips to obscure her mouth, should anyone be adept at lip reading, she continued, just as quietly, “Neither of us want to be here.”

Estinien chuckled. His ploy at flustering her had failed utterly, but his nonplussed manner remained uninterrupted.

“It's the least we can do for him.” Him meant Aymeric. He took one of her hands. “Act natural.”

An older gentleman in a particularly front-heavy suit of ceremonial armor clattered between them. Without hesitation, Estinien lifted their arms just far enough into the air so that neither their interlocked hands were broken nor was the hyur beheaded.

He leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from her ear. “Or, at least, act as if you aren't thinking of screaming at the top of your lungs.”

Bianca's laugh was sudden and explosive. Two dozen heads swiveled in her direction. She flattened her hand over her mouth to stifle the second, a painful blush rising up into her cheeks. Embarrassed was an understatement. Humiliated was an understatement, truth be told, but there remained a bubbly hum in her stomach that curbed the sensation of it.

Where Estinien planned on leading her, she had no idea. Watching him led her to distraction. So much had changed since the first time she crossed paths with the dragoon. His confidence had doubled. His willingness to work with others had done the same, perhaps to an even greater degree.

He moved through the crowd... not as if he belonged there, but as if he knew he could survive them.

Bianca gave his hand a gentle squeeze. She felt him do the same.

There were hundreds of men and women in the hall, all of them primped and shining. Estinien wasn't the most handsome of them all. He didn't glitter, and when he moved past, he didn't smell of clove or lavender or vanilla.

But everyone else in the massive chamber was a blur, just as the sounds and the smells and the buzz of conversation.

He stopped and turned and brought her close.

“We can make something of tonight, can't we?” Estinien's free hand curled at the small of her back. “It shouldn't be all misery.”

Bianca pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down. She nodded.

“For a while, at least. Until I see an opportunity to steal you away.”

Their eyes met again.

She saw a foolhardy little glimmer in his steely eyes, the same one as before. She knew that he would in an instant. She knew that he would find some way to free her from the celebration, and she knew that she would jump after him with both feet.

Estinien was much more charming than he realized.